TABIR (The Actor Turns Out to be My Brother)
CHAPTER 232. MADAME ZAENAB'S MOUTH.
Ziva hurriedly ran out of his room, coming to the living room where the no longer young couple seemed to be in conflict.
Zaki no longer looked there, it seemed like the man had already left when he went inside earlier.
"What is this, sir? Ma? Why yell?" ziva exclaimed to two who still looked tense.
Mr. Jamal and Mr. Zaenab turned their heads together, the look on the faces of both of them looked just as red.
Not getting the desired answer finally ziva chose to go back inside, take two glasses of water in the kitchen and give it to his father and mother who are still staring at each other cynically in front of there.
"What is this, sir? Ma? Why are you fighting?" asked Ziva more gently, his eyes alternately staring at the face of the old face that had been accompanying his childhood day.
Mr. Jamal inhaled the air greedily, neutralizing his feelings which were still in the rage. While Ms. Zaenab, began to sob as if here she was the most hurt.
"Well, you can't do it anymore, nduk. You give up," muttered Mr. Jamal lirih, his old blind that no longer clear it looks glassy.
"What father mean? Surrender what? Ziva doesn't understand, sir." Ziva touched the shoulder of the father who happened to be nearby, opposite Bu Zaenab who is still sobbing in place.
Mr. Jamal raised his hand which was hot again, maybe the anger that had just rampaged him made his body drop and back in pain.
"Father .... no longer able to live with your mother," said Mr. Jamal without looking at Ms. Zaenab.
"Astaghfirullah," shirih Ziva pressed his own chest, although often upset with the behavior of his mother as a child, Ziva still could not bear if the mother lost her husband in his old age. It will be very painful especially because Ziva knows that actually Bu Zaenab still loves Mr. Jamal very much.
"You are evil, sir .. you are evil," Isak Bu Zaenab was stunned.
Mr. Jamal tried to be indifferent, although actually his heart also throbbed when he heard the voice of the wife who had been leaving him alone in the house without saying goodbye and greetings.
"Try to talk about it well, sir do not immediately take a decision that you might regret yourself later," said Ziva trying to give advice.
Mr. Jamal flinched, staring out of the house through a dull glass window on the side of the room.
"You won't understand what it's like to be me, sir. You always think I am wrong, never once do you want to understand what I feel. You're the same as your son, stubborn and holy-spirited!" ms. Zaenab was upset, then rushed to leave the two of them in the living room.
Ziva again beristighfar, shook his head while stroking the chest. Absolutely not expect if his mother can say so in front of the face of the father who had so loved them and their family without distinguishing. Unlike Zaenab, who always favors Zulfa more than Ziva. But if there is anything, Ziva must be the first in his family to help.
"already, nduk. I am sure of the decision of this father, the father is no longer able, nduk. I'm tired, I'm tired. You want a quiet old age, not this kind of stress." Jamal started to shed his tears.
Slowly, ziva tears began to spread soaked smooth cheeks that were not stained even one pimple without excessive use of skincare.
"But, Mr. ..," said Ziva in a raucous tone.
Very tight his chest heard the decision of the father that will certainly have an impact on him and his sister later. Even though they have their own household, of course the name divorce parents a little bit will certainly have an impact on their children.
Ziva bowed sadly, but could not resist the intentions of his father who seemed to have been round.
Mr. Jamal leaned his back to the back, the head that felt heavy even he put on the sofa m. His face turned pale again, the bite stopped his old body again until his teeth sounded chattering.
"Oh my God, sir? You sick?" cecar Ziva is anxious, in his rabbi quickly to the forehead of Mr. Jamal. And sure enough, Mr. Jamal's body heat is back up high.
Mr. Jamal did not answer only the clanging of teeth that clashed with each other that sounded from his lips. Her body shook violently making Ziva anxious extraordinarily .
Panicked, Ziva ran to his room to grab a blanket he could grab and took it to the living room where the father was leaning weakly.
"What's up, deck? Your face looks pale? You sick?" asked Amar who had just returned from the bathroom with clothes that had changed, water droplets were still falling from her wet hair.
"No-no, not me. But ... but father," said Ziva still in panic mode.
"What's? Mr sick? What pain? Now where's father?" cecar Amar while attaching the towel he brought behind the door of the room.
"Still in the living room, this is Ziva telling mom first. So that the father can rest in his room, because our house only has two rooms," concluded Ziva before finally stepping to leave Amar to the mother's room.
While Ziva headed to the mother's room, Amar was excited to see the condition of his father-in-law who was in the living room.
Immediately in his grasp of Mr. Jamal's forehead to ensure his condition, Amar quickly pulled his hand when the heat from Mr. Jamal's forehead moved into his hand.
"Oh Allah, my father's body is very hot. Kira to the hospital now yes, sir." said Amar while sitting in front of Mr. Jamal.
The faint Mr. Jamal still heard Amar's words slowly opening his eyes, and trying to answer his words.
"No, le. No need, no papa, you do not want to trouble you. You buy stall medicine only, after a break will definitely be cured really," declined Mr. Jamal smooth.
But Amar shook his head. "No, Sir. The body of the father is very hot, the father is also shaking and shivering, Amar is afraid there are other diseases. No, I'm not going to the hospital, sir."
"No, le father does not want. Father is here, his intention is to come here to look at his grandson. Eh kok even sick, I'm sorry so troublesome you guys," said Mr. Jamal almost inaudible.
"Yes already then, but tomorrow if the condition of the father has not improved as well, we go to the hospital, yes" said Amar softly.
Mr. Jamal relented and nodded.
Then shortly from there, Ziva appears who has succeeded in forcing Bu Zaenab to open the door of his room and say if the father is sick, but Ziva does not pay attention to the expression of Bu Zaenab's face when saying that.
When Ziva and Amar want to get Mr. Jamal's body into the room that has been occupied by Bu Zaenab. Suddenly Bu Zaenab interrupted. "Huh, that's how it is that it's holy-spirited and always hurts his wife. You get instant karma, right? Rasain, is it good?"